Clemintines wont you kill you, But I will

Step 1.
She ponders the situation. Knowing quite well that she shouldn’t be doing it, she adjusts her hat, and moves from the chair. Well, the other one is asleep, dreaming about running in a field. The other one kicks around on the couch, as if she was falling off a cliff, or more so running off a cliff, and hoping to land on the one right by. You know? Like those old western shorts where the train wont stop, and there’s no bridge connecting to mountains…Well that’s how the other one felt in her dreams, that’s how the dog dreamt.

She pondered the walk to the kitchen, but only ever so slightly. Was it worth it?
Yes.
She went into the dark room, opened the drawer, and snatched two sticks filled with something cool. Something nice. But not something satisfying, definitely not for the soul. Visual satisfaction maybe, but not the soul. The body felt nothing, and she knew it was wrong, but she did it anyway, she took them, and walked back to the chair.

They looked tasty. And even though she hated Marlboro, even though she disliked cigarettes in their reality, she proceeded to insert the unlit tobacco tube in her mouth. It sat nicely in-between her upper and bottom lip, it just stuck there. This made the girl feel alive, as weird as it may have seemed or looked; the feeling of a killer in-between her lips made her feel powerful. Here she was with the number 1 suspect of many deaths, right in her mouth and she didn’t have a care in the world, so she lit.

This was a serious cigarette. As silly as that sounds, it was important. She knew it wouldn’t be her last, but she knew she didn’t care. That’s what was nice, she never had a bodily want for a cigarette, only a visual cigarette.
This one burned faster than they usually do. It burned quick and died young, which seemed appropriate being that she was listening to Strange Days by The Doors.

The girl decided to not smoke the thing to the bone, but leave a little life in it. After all it seemed a bit obsessive to have to smoke it till there was none left to smoke. That made her look exactly like something she didn’t want to look like. She once heard that smoking a water pipe was the equivalent to smoking 10 cigarettes. She had a round of hookah 20 minutes before the tobacco stick expedition, and she had one cigarette left. This meant 12 cigarettes within an hour and a half or something..
Well she had no care in the world, these were some serious cigarettes.